My novel is set on a fictional planet meant to be a variantion of earth. So, studing what other have done and getting the basics of geogrophy will be important. I don't want just another Hyborian age or Middle Earth.
In building a Telepathic agency I have studied some of Jung and MK-ultra. I want to study other secret agency type stuff and blend it with deep psycho-analysis. I also will continue to study MK-ultra and Project Stargate.
I will be relying heavily on psychology books and FOIA documents.
relevant to this
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
tape it toogther.
So, for a class project I cut up my manuscript and stick it back together. By reading it disjointed I picked out quite a bit. But, I also think I got an idea for a rewrite that focuses on the parallels of reality and wrestling. That was kind of my idea from the onset but I really got refocused and I noticed that the accidents that worked were the ones where things went back and forth between Eric talking to Nikki and talking to Mac. I think I want to do a nonlinear story based on modules of Nikki conversations and Mac conversations to emphasis the parallels. I am not quite sure what else to say
Sunday, March 28, 2010
date epic fail
I hate these power fights. Two guys with some special “talents” get thrown in a cage and fight it out. No, not true: some I like. There have been some pretty good ones, but most of the major promotions pick guys with the most outlandish powers even if they don't have any deeper fighting abilities I mean the highest paid fighter today is a guy named Trask the Electric Beefcake who can grow his muscles twenty fold and shock his opponents with an electric current running through his body. Trask is impressive but the jerk can't tell the difference between a side kick and a suplex. He just bear hugs and shocks: so boring to watch. Plus, so many highly skilled and thoughtful cruserweights and featherweights have beaten him, so the bookers just put him with mindless wimps
Still, this should be a pretty solid fight, and the fact that I got Trask to come with me is really impressive. Still that means I have to sit with ol' Zappy listening to his motor mouth and his thoughts. His mouth focuses on him his head focuses on parts of me. But the more time I spend with him the better chance I have to figure out what he really knows.
Trask is planing to make “a pass” on me so I am get up and go to the restroom. And, of course he grabs me and offers to walk with me. I am soon aware that some fifteen year old kid is going to jump off the top of this building. I tell him that I have to go; he holds tighter to my wrist. I only continue the vain struggle for a wee bit before I realize that something deeper is surfacing to prompt him to stop me so I seek his mind as I feign distress.
As I pull and tug I dig and prod into his mind. I finally meet the core of his psyche and blast some professionally laid neroblockers. I sacrifice nearly all of my focus on my body to focus on the mind of Trask. I feel my bowls and bladder go as all I am aware of is this psychic wall. I finally break it. And white.
“Monster!” I cry to the true beast before my soul.
“I am the force that forms what should be,” Trask's soul responded to me, “Trask deserves so much more than what he has!”
“No! You starve for more, but you have no right to orchestrate the death of thousands of children!
“Trask shall be the last of champions! The last of the last generation!” The soul raised against me and severed my bond on his realm.
Trask and I vomited and seizured as our bodies realigned with our psyche. Trask's soul was the most disgusting cockroach I have seen. It had ten thousand heads its wings buzzed instantly His mouths devoured his own limbs and worms animated his visible stomach. And now that beast rubbed more strongly on the walls of his concous. I could sense the fluttering silhouette gnawing its way out of id land.
Still, this should be a pretty solid fight, and the fact that I got Trask to come with me is really impressive. Still that means I have to sit with ol' Zappy listening to his motor mouth and his thoughts. His mouth focuses on him his head focuses on parts of me. But the more time I spend with him the better chance I have to figure out what he really knows.
Trask is planing to make “a pass” on me so I am get up and go to the restroom. And, of course he grabs me and offers to walk with me. I am soon aware that some fifteen year old kid is going to jump off the top of this building. I tell him that I have to go; he holds tighter to my wrist. I only continue the vain struggle for a wee bit before I realize that something deeper is surfacing to prompt him to stop me so I seek his mind as I feign distress.
As I pull and tug I dig and prod into his mind. I finally meet the core of his psyche and blast some professionally laid neroblockers. I sacrifice nearly all of my focus on my body to focus on the mind of Trask. I feel my bowls and bladder go as all I am aware of is this psychic wall. I finally break it. And white.
“Monster!” I cry to the true beast before my soul.
“I am the force that forms what should be,” Trask's soul responded to me, “Trask deserves so much more than what he has!”
“No! You starve for more, but you have no right to orchestrate the death of thousands of children!
“Trask shall be the last of champions! The last of the last generation!” The soul raised against me and severed my bond on his realm.
Trask and I vomited and seizured as our bodies realigned with our psyche. Trask's soul was the most disgusting cockroach I have seen. It had ten thousand heads its wings buzzed instantly His mouths devoured his own limbs and worms animated his visible stomach. And now that beast rubbed more strongly on the walls of his concous. I could sense the fluttering silhouette gnawing its way out of id land.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
work day
It would have been a great day today, but this morning in particular, I was jealous of Jesse. She captured the fiery sword of flight when the gang went questing last night while I was working until close. So, this morning when I was heading out to the roller coaster I worked on for another open to close, I was rather upset to see her ride in on her knew toy.
“No magical items on the job,” I yelled protacal up at her.
“I don't punch in for another hour,” she yelled back.
“Fine then!” I yelled into the sky as I walked to the morning meeting location. No one was there yet, but they all had twenty-five minutes.
“You are here early,” my supervisor said to me as she walked up. And, I shrugged.
“What is the pre-sold ticket sale for today?” I asked.
“One hundred Did you see Jess's new toy?” the supervisor smiled.
“I saw it,” my eyes rolled.
“Pretty neat, huh?”
“Mmm. one hundred is pretty low,” I spoke.
“Well the weather is supposed to be pretty bad today,” my supervisor informed me.
“Oh, how bad?”
“67 degrees and torrential rain all day starting at ten.”
“Yippee,” I tried to act like I was facetious, but I was glad to have a light work load today.
“There might be some electric action this afternoon”
“Exciting,” I droned at what I hoped meant the closing of the ride.
Eventually the rest of the crew had gathered at the meeting place and we had our morning meeting. After discussing the importance of not letting people with casts on the rides and other official business we went to clean our ride and make safety check.
“I thought last night's quest was your idea,” a co-worker mentioned as we scrubbed down seats.
“It was, Heidi.”
“Then why were you not there?”
“I had to work until close.”
“That sucks!” Heidi said.
“So, last night went well?”
“There were big explosions.”
“And, I saw that Jessica got a fiery sword of flight.”
“We met that one drunk at that bar off main street.”
“Jacob?” I clarified. Jacob was my favorite informant.
“That is right, you set him up for us.”
“We go back.” I said recalling my childhood memories with the old madman.
“Well, he gave us this map that took us to this spot behind the mall.”
“And you called out 'Ferk tuk Lemtern; Mardin shawthith Marn'?” I suggested recalling the first time the six century old man gave me a copy of that map.
“Yeah. And a portal opened up to a chamber walled by red stones,” Heidi yelled at me as we were now done wiping the sets and were now checking the safety gates before the team launched the train for its test run.
“The starting room of the ZarkTernith caves?” I stuck my thumb out letting her know that I was ready for her to push the release button.
“Yeah, that sounds right,” She pressed the button and gave me her thumb. I gave a high thumb to the control both and the train launched. When it got back we started to re check the seats as one of the team got into the front for the test ride.
“Today is going to be interesting,” Heidi looked up as the sky turned emerald and a flock of Phoenix dove into the parking lot.
“No magical items on the job,” I yelled protacal up at her.
“I don't punch in for another hour,” she yelled back.
“Fine then!” I yelled into the sky as I walked to the morning meeting location. No one was there yet, but they all had twenty-five minutes.
“You are here early,” my supervisor said to me as she walked up. And, I shrugged.
“What is the pre-sold ticket sale for today?” I asked.
“One hundred Did you see Jess's new toy?” the supervisor smiled.
“I saw it,” my eyes rolled.
“Pretty neat, huh?”
“Mmm. one hundred is pretty low,” I spoke.
“Well the weather is supposed to be pretty bad today,” my supervisor informed me.
“Oh, how bad?”
“67 degrees and torrential rain all day starting at ten.”
“Yippee,” I tried to act like I was facetious, but I was glad to have a light work load today.
“There might be some electric action this afternoon”
“Exciting,” I droned at what I hoped meant the closing of the ride.
Eventually the rest of the crew had gathered at the meeting place and we had our morning meeting. After discussing the importance of not letting people with casts on the rides and other official business we went to clean our ride and make safety check.
“I thought last night's quest was your idea,” a co-worker mentioned as we scrubbed down seats.
“It was, Heidi.”
“Then why were you not there?”
“I had to work until close.”
“That sucks!” Heidi said.
“So, last night went well?”
“There were big explosions.”
“And, I saw that Jessica got a fiery sword of flight.”
“We met that one drunk at that bar off main street.”
“Jacob?” I clarified. Jacob was my favorite informant.
“That is right, you set him up for us.”
“We go back.” I said recalling my childhood memories with the old madman.
“Well, he gave us this map that took us to this spot behind the mall.”
“And you called out 'Ferk tuk Lemtern; Mardin shawthith Marn'?” I suggested recalling the first time the six century old man gave me a copy of that map.
“Yeah. And a portal opened up to a chamber walled by red stones,” Heidi yelled at me as we were now done wiping the sets and were now checking the safety gates before the team launched the train for its test run.
“The starting room of the ZarkTernith caves?” I stuck my thumb out letting her know that I was ready for her to push the release button.
“Yeah, that sounds right,” She pressed the button and gave me her thumb. I gave a high thumb to the control both and the train launched. When it got back we started to re check the seats as one of the team got into the front for the test ride.
“Today is going to be interesting,” Heidi looked up as the sky turned emerald and a flock of Phoenix dove into the parking lot.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
adventures
List of problems (significance ; impending {internal conflict})
spaceship is leaking oil (we could be stranded; it gets worse as we go{I have plan but am afraid of speaking up})
Fellow crime fighter is missing (can't stop crime alone, longer missing likely dead{I like being alone})
Matriarch is dying (loss of life and control; won't make it through the night {I am guilty about feeling sad about this})
Tuition gone up (all the other schools suck; have until next week{Do I really want to go to the difficult elite school and p[ay to work hard?})
A kitten is planing to take over house (Family doesn't want to eat cat food; he is getting powerful by the minute {What could have I doe to turn whiskers evil?})
A girl with a massive knife is walking toward me (am I going to die?; only a few yards away {She is kind of hot}
An enemy archeologist has learned the location of an evil book of magic (This power could destroy the world; he has the resources and ability to get it in the next 24 hours {would I be any better with it})
Psychic wave imprint journal August 24 2010 4:57 A.M.
I am not jaded and disillusioned enough to think that the mail man has the better job than me. After ten years of high adventuring I am still glad that I persuade my childhood dream. One day I am uncovering an intergalactic crime syndicate ad the next I save a crowned prince from contracting vampyrism. But as I load my airship I do not look forward to the next twenty-four hours. For the first time I feel that the world could still be threatened even if (or more so) I succeed.
World renowned archeology bad boy and occultist, Dr. Fenis Felterton, has reportedly discovered the location of the First Book of Power. Written long before the Necromonicon, it is said to be not only the first words (symbols formed by spiritual intellect) on this planet, but the recipe of many gods, demons, and all humanity.
My twice fold fear arises from the understanding that though Felterton may only have evil plans for the book the book is unrelentingly seductive in the hands of any man.
As I think these thought onto the disk I am placing the last of my things in the crate I will be calling home for awhile. I have loaded more magical items and anti-magic than usual. But even more important than the magic is the archeological and historical reference I ave brought along. The temple is on an island cloaked with Atlantian technology. The password is in a journal I found of the Lemurian Admiral, Veshtoen. As I page through the journal (thinking more on philosophy and the strength of human conviction verses dark magic then Veshtoen's topics of geography and war), I notice a darkness assault my soul.
I am stepping out side and I see blackness no cloud could make blot the sun. A Frecktorian Hell Lord loams above us. I know that Fenis has not the strength of evil to make this creature and that the book, aware of the chase, has sent out a scout for its new slave. I now know the wrong decision but what is the right?
spaceship is leaking oil (we could be stranded; it gets worse as we go{I have plan but am afraid of speaking up})
Fellow crime fighter is missing (can't stop crime alone, longer missing likely dead{I like being alone})
Matriarch is dying (loss of life and control; won't make it through the night {I am guilty about feeling sad about this})
Tuition gone up (all the other schools suck; have until next week{Do I really want to go to the difficult elite school and p[ay to work hard?})
A kitten is planing to take over house (Family doesn't want to eat cat food; he is getting powerful by the minute {What could have I doe to turn whiskers evil?})
A girl with a massive knife is walking toward me (am I going to die?; only a few yards away {She is kind of hot}
An enemy archeologist has learned the location of an evil book of magic (This power could destroy the world; he has the resources and ability to get it in the next 24 hours {would I be any better with it})
Psychic wave imprint journal August 24 2010 4:57 A.M.
I am not jaded and disillusioned enough to think that the mail man has the better job than me. After ten years of high adventuring I am still glad that I persuade my childhood dream. One day I am uncovering an intergalactic crime syndicate ad the next I save a crowned prince from contracting vampyrism. But as I load my airship I do not look forward to the next twenty-four hours. For the first time I feel that the world could still be threatened even if (or more so) I succeed.
World renowned archeology bad boy and occultist, Dr. Fenis Felterton, has reportedly discovered the location of the First Book of Power. Written long before the Necromonicon, it is said to be not only the first words (symbols formed by spiritual intellect) on this planet, but the recipe of many gods, demons, and all humanity.
My twice fold fear arises from the understanding that though Felterton may only have evil plans for the book the book is unrelentingly seductive in the hands of any man.
As I think these thought onto the disk I am placing the last of my things in the crate I will be calling home for awhile. I have loaded more magical items and anti-magic than usual. But even more important than the magic is the archeological and historical reference I ave brought along. The temple is on an island cloaked with Atlantian technology. The password is in a journal I found of the Lemurian Admiral, Veshtoen. As I page through the journal (thinking more on philosophy and the strength of human conviction verses dark magic then Veshtoen's topics of geography and war), I notice a darkness assault my soul.
I am stepping out side and I see blackness no cloud could make blot the sun. A Frecktorian Hell Lord loams above us. I know that Fenis has not the strength of evil to make this creature and that the book, aware of the chase, has sent out a scout for its new slave. I now know the wrong decision but what is the right?
adventures
List of problems (significance ; impending {internal conflict})
spaceship is leaking oil (we could be stranded; it gets worse as we go{I have plan but am afraid of speaking up})
Fellow crime fighter is missing (can't stop crime alone, longer missing likely dead{I like being alone})
Matriarch is dying (loss of life and control; won't make it through the night {I am guilty about feeling sad about this})
Tuition gone up (all the other schools suck; have until next week{Do I really want to go to the difficult elite school and p[ay to work hard?})
A kitten is planing to take over house (Family doesn't want to eat cat food; he is getting powerful by the minute {What could have I doe to turn whiskers evil?})
A girl with a massive knife is walking toward me (am I going to die?; only a few yards away {She is kind of hot}
An enemy archeologist has learned the location of an evil book of magic (This power could destroy the world; he has the resources and ability to get it in the next 24 hours {would I be any better with it})
Psychic wave imprint journal August 24 2010 4:57 A.M.
I am not jaded and disillusioned enough to think that the mail man has the better job than me. After ten years of high adventuring I am still glad that I persuade my childhood dream. One day I am uncovering an intergalactic crime syndicate ad the next I save a crowned prince from contracting vampyrism. But as I load my airship I do not look forward to the next twenty-four hours. For the first time I feel that the world could still be threatened even if (or more so) I succeed.
World renowned archeology bad boy and occultist, Dr. Fenis Felterton, has reportedly discovered the location of the First Book of Power. Written long before the Necromonicon, it is said to be not only the first words (symbols formed by spiritual intellect) on this planet, but the recipe of many gods, demons, and all humanity.
My twice fold fear arises from the understanding that though Felterton may only have evil plans for the book the book is unrelentingly seductive in the hands of any man.
As I think these thought onto the disk I am placing the last of my things in the crate I will be calling home for awhile. I have loaded more magical items and anti-magic than usual. But even more important than the magic is the archeological and historical reference I ave brought along. The temple is on an island cloaked with Atlantian technology. The password is in a journal I found of the Lemurian Admiral, Veshtoen. As I page through the journal (thinking more on philosophy and the strength of human conviction verses dark magic then Veshtoen's topics of geography and war), I notice a darkness assault my soul.
I am stepping out side and I see blackness no cloud could make blot the sun. A Frecktorian Hell Lord loams above us. I know that Fenis has not the strength of evil to make this creature and that the book, aware of the chase, has sent out a scout for its new slave. I now know the wrong decision but what is the right?
spaceship is leaking oil (we could be stranded; it gets worse as we go{I have plan but am afraid of speaking up})
Fellow crime fighter is missing (can't stop crime alone, longer missing likely dead{I like being alone})
Matriarch is dying (loss of life and control; won't make it through the night {I am guilty about feeling sad about this})
Tuition gone up (all the other schools suck; have until next week{Do I really want to go to the difficult elite school and p[ay to work hard?})
A kitten is planing to take over house (Family doesn't want to eat cat food; he is getting powerful by the minute {What could have I doe to turn whiskers evil?})
A girl with a massive knife is walking toward me (am I going to die?; only a few yards away {She is kind of hot}
An enemy archeologist has learned the location of an evil book of magic (This power could destroy the world; he has the resources and ability to get it in the next 24 hours {would I be any better with it})
Psychic wave imprint journal August 24 2010 4:57 A.M.
I am not jaded and disillusioned enough to think that the mail man has the better job than me. After ten years of high adventuring I am still glad that I persuade my childhood dream. One day I am uncovering an intergalactic crime syndicate ad the next I save a crowned prince from contracting vampyrism. But as I load my airship I do not look forward to the next twenty-four hours. For the first time I feel that the world could still be threatened even if (or more so) I succeed.
World renowned archeology bad boy and occultist, Dr. Fenis Felterton, has reportedly discovered the location of the First Book of Power. Written long before the Necromonicon, it is said to be not only the first words (symbols formed by spiritual intellect) on this planet, but the recipe of many gods, demons, and all humanity.
My twice fold fear arises from the understanding that though Felterton may only have evil plans for the book the book is unrelentingly seductive in the hands of any man.
As I think these thought onto the disk I am placing the last of my things in the crate I will be calling home for awhile. I have loaded more magical items and anti-magic than usual. But even more important than the magic is the archeological and historical reference I ave brought along. The temple is on an island cloaked with Atlantian technology. The password is in a journal I found of the Lemurian Admiral, Veshtoen. As I page through the journal (thinking more on philosophy and the strength of human conviction verses dark magic then Veshtoen's topics of geography and war), I notice a darkness assault my soul.
I am stepping out side and I see blackness no cloud could make blot the sun. A Frecktorian Hell Lord loams above us. I know that Fenis has not the strength of evil to make this creature and that the book, aware of the chase, has sent out a scout for its new slave. I now know the wrong decision but what is the right?
Friday, February 26, 2010
Jobs I have had:
Apple orchard store reail
store cart attendent.
Ride operatior at amusment park
Jobs of which I have 2nd hand knowledge:
Robotics and controls
Art museum security guard
McDonald's
Being the Whoop Monster (that is a 20 pager in itself).
Stuggling extra in LA.
Paraprofesional in elementry school
working at gamestop
Character:
28 year old who is convinced that the government has a secret superp0wer projec operating and using it intergalactic prize fights. He loves collecting starmaps and evolutionary trees. He is 130 pounds and is 6' 4”. He can recite every roman emperor , known senator, and general. Can name every deitiy the the modern west is aware of. Has writen a two hundered page paper on the history of paper clips just for kicks
“How long has the ride been down?” Julie asked Phil as she aimed her spray bottle at the railing.
“Twenty-five minutes and twenty-eight, -nine, thrity seconds,” Phil peeled some gum off the 'walk. He stuck it on the back of his hand so he could through it in the trash when he next got near one, “I started reading a Pierre Boulle novel.”
“Really?”
“This couple is floating through space on vacation. They find a bottle with a manuscript in it.”
“Sounds interesting.” Julie scrubbed along.
“The manuscript tells about a man who joins a space program to Betelgeuse.
“Uh-hu”
“Betelgeuse has to be one of my favorite stars.”
“And, Why is that?”
“Well, according to Wikipedia it is 640 light years away. It is huge but they think it is only a few million years old.”
“That is facinating.”
“So, Who is your favourite Roman Emporer?” Phil moved the conversation along.
“I Don't know. Who is yours?”
“I really like Otho.I read on ach tee tee pee colon double slash triple-double-you dot roman heiphen empire dot net slash emperors slash otho dot html [http://www.roman-empire.net/emperors/otho.html],that he may have even been Nero's lever..” Some childern started to climb under the entrance chain.
“The ride is closed,” Julie told the kids. And they walked away.
“What are you not runniing the ride?” a managar walked up to Julie and Phil.
“It broke,” Phil said, “we called matenince. They said to shut down. It will take at least a half hour.”
“Sounds good,” the manager walked away.
“So, who is your favorite mythological character? I like ...”
Apple orchard store reail
store cart attendent.
Ride operatior at amusment park
Jobs of which I have 2nd hand knowledge:
Robotics and controls
Art museum security guard
McDonald's
Being the Whoop Monster (that is a 20 pager in itself).
Stuggling extra in LA.
Paraprofesional in elementry school
working at gamestop
Character:
28 year old who is convinced that the government has a secret superp0wer projec operating and using it intergalactic prize fights. He loves collecting starmaps and evolutionary trees. He is 130 pounds and is 6' 4”. He can recite every roman emperor , known senator, and general. Can name every deitiy the the modern west is aware of. Has writen a two hundered page paper on the history of paper clips just for kicks
“How long has the ride been down?” Julie asked Phil as she aimed her spray bottle at the railing.
“Twenty-five minutes and twenty-eight, -nine, thrity seconds,” Phil peeled some gum off the 'walk. He stuck it on the back of his hand so he could through it in the trash when he next got near one, “I started reading a Pierre Boulle novel.”
“Really?”
“This couple is floating through space on vacation. They find a bottle with a manuscript in it.”
“Sounds interesting.” Julie scrubbed along.
“The manuscript tells about a man who joins a space program to Betelgeuse.
“Uh-hu”
“Betelgeuse has to be one of my favorite stars.”
“And, Why is that?”
“Well, according to Wikipedia it is 640 light years away. It is huge but they think it is only a few million years old.”
“That is facinating.”
“So, Who is your favourite Roman Emporer?” Phil moved the conversation along.
“I Don't know. Who is yours?”
“I really like Otho.I read on ach tee tee pee colon double slash triple-double-you dot roman heiphen empire dot net slash emperors slash otho dot html [http://www.roman-empire.net/emperors/otho.html],that he may have even been Nero's lever..” Some childern started to climb under the entrance chain.
“The ride is closed,” Julie told the kids. And they walked away.
“What are you not runniing the ride?” a managar walked up to Julie and Phil.
“It broke,” Phil said, “we called matenince. They said to shut down. It will take at least a half hour.”
“Sounds good,” the manager walked away.
“So, who is your favorite mythological character? I like ...”
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